Serial Senryu

Tongue across wet lips
Love is a four letter word
She speaks silently

Her fingers in mine
My fingers between her lips
My heart in her hands

She shows me such things
Bright public hidden and dark
Mom never told me

Temperature drops
His heart thudding as it slows
Time grinds to a halt

She turns day to night
As she takes steps around him
Looking unhappy

Black comet of hair
Leaving a trail of crystals
Long straight frozen lines

With heroic force
He follows her with his eyes
Watches her orbit

Her father is Time
Her mother the goddess Fate
She can control both

It occurs to him
He shouldn’t have pissed her off
Very big mistake

She calls out his name
The brown sedan keeps driving
There shines no brake lights

She sits, cold concrete
Does not want to move or talk
He is gone for good

Motor sounds, smell of exhaust
Many shoes crunching endless paths
A bus pulls up, stops

She looks, driver smiles
Doors open and then breathes warm air
Standing, life goes on

Leaden feet carry her
Up three steps, walk down the aisle
Bus seat is grimy

Long hours pass the day
Trip without destination
She stares out window

Familiar streets now
She gets off the bus, walking
Shock, his car is home

Running to the door
He meets her in the doorway
The love is still there